Luyện nghe bài hát Why We Die

Uhh, that's shit..
..that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing this before, for real man)
It's goin baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta
! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was
Went to God once in a when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I that I respected (why? )
Didn't know why, didn't what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the
Real heart, but up to no good
I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The devil me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it now, my pains are yours
As are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[chorus: busta

(why? ) all my niggaz me (why) tell me (we die)
we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my to every word that I curse
With all the agony in this verse;
Let me ask my (why? )
My tell me (why) tell me (we die)
we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I the ground under my feet
And it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my (why? )

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm
I got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I to the air, I ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is
Same niggaz that send through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it be me
Please light, the hood's dark
I did my but got a good heart
Shouldn't count for somethin?
I was I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (? ? ) it was my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was the most
Felt comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the
Got demons on shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the
In other words nigga my will was
feel what I speak,
This ain't your average ordinary
Weak rap niggaz be
This shit is deep, the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ minor

[busta
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you,
See you too could get it through your sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark,
On a nigga land, echo loud in the park
I and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I for
With single breath I breathe
the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and
If the was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to
You know it's funny how the die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot
you could die worse
Hold on, you I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and on
Somethin and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor